"There"d be nothing to choose between. No, Lady Betty, but I can suggest something better. Only--I don"t know how you"ll take it.
Wouldn"t you rather be near Miss Woodburn than anything else, until your future plans are settled?"
"Of course," said I, "but that"s impossible now."
"I"m not so sure. I think--in fact I know, where she is. You say Mrs.
Hale"s maid told you she"d gone to Ohio, to take care of a sick friend.
I can tell you where that friend lives, and her name, because I have relatives in the neighbourhood. I don"t often go there, but I"ve heard from them of Miss Woodburn"s visits. My cousins have a farm; and I was wondering whether you could content yourself boarding with them for awhile, so near Miss Woodburn you could see her every day?"
"Oh, I should love it," I cried. "But would they have me?"
"They would be happy to have you, I know. The only question is, would _you_ be happy? They"re simple folk, with simple ways, such as you would expect of my people, Lady Betty; but they"ve hearts of gold."
"Like yours," I thought; but I didn"t say it. I said instead that I was fond of simple ways. And I asked where the place was, and if it was far off?
"It will take us about twelve hours to get there," he answered.
"Us?" I echoed. "Why, you can"t----"
"I can if you"ll let me," said, he, growing red. "I"ve finished my business in Chicago, already, and----"
"What, while I was away?"
"It was a short affair, though important."
"But I thought you weren"t going to leave the hotel till I wrote?"
"I didn"t need to. My friend came to me, and we fixed up everything between us in a few minutes. Now, I"m free again; and my idea in any case was to drop in on my Ohio cousins. You see, twelve hours"
travelling is nothing to us Americans, and they wouldn"t like it if I didn"t just say "how do you do," when I"m so near."
"Oh, well, if that"s really true, and you aren"t doing it only to help me," said I, with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you were. I shouldn"t mind the journey a bit if you were with me; but I do hope we"ll have the same kind of ticket this time. Do get mine like yours, won"t you?"
His eyes had a beautiful expression in them as he thanked me, and said he would do the best he could; only I couldn"t exactly make it out. I hoped it wasn"t pity, but I"m afraid it may have been, as I must have seemed rather forlorn, depending so entirely upon him.
"The best train to take would be this evening," he went on. "That would give my cousins, Mr. and Mrs. Trowbridge, plenty of time to get ready for you too, for I"ll wire them that you"re coming. But how could you pa.s.s the day? Would you--let me show you the sights of Chicago?"
"_Would_ I? It would be the best of fun. Oh, I _am_ glad I came, after all."
"Then that"s settled. I"ll send off that telegram and one or two others, and come back with an automobile. Don"t look like that, please, Lady Betty. It isn"t going to cost me all I"ve got to hire one. They"re cheap here; besides I know a man who will give me one for the day, for next to nothing. And I"ll bring you one of those silk things with talc windows to wear over your head and face, so no one will see that Lady Betty Bulkeley is "doing" Chicago to-day."
"I don"t know a soul here," said I. "And anyway I wouldn"t be ashamed.
I shall be doing no wrong."
"Of course not, or I hope I wouldn"t have proposed it," said Mr. Brett.
Then he went away, and in about half an hour he was back with the promised motor hood and a dust coat, both of which he said were thrown in with the car for anyone who hired it, if desired.
I was as pleased as Punch. As Caro Pitchley said when she was engaged, I felt I was "going to have _the_ time of my life." And it _was_ fun. I shall never forget that day of mine in Chicago with Mr. Brett, if I live to be a hundred.
The only sight I did not want to see was the poor pigs walking into a trough wagging their tails and coming out of another one eventually as a string of sausages or something. But we didn"t miss any of the other sights, and there were enough to last us from morning till evening without stopping once. We bowled along wide boulevards, and saw Lincoln Park, and the Midway and Jackson Park. We had things to eat on the lake sh.o.r.e near a pier, and afterwards we had ice cream in the old German Building of the World"s Fair. There were some beautiful lagoons, and Mr. Brett rowed me about in a boat. I should have liked to stop there for hours, but there were too many other things to do. We had to see Sans Souci, a sort of Chicago Coney Island, which was a tremendous lark, with Helter Skelters, and Air Ships, and a Laughing Gallery and a trip to Hades. I wouldn"t miss anything, and Mr. Brett must have found me a handful, I"m afraid, though I do think he enjoyed it almost as much as I did. Usually he is rather grave, but before half the day was gone he was like a boy. We talked together as if we had been friends for years and told each other anecdotes of our past lives. He didn"t care about talking of himself, but I made him by asking questions, and refusing to tell things about myself unless he would. I found it a great deal more interesting to listen to such stories than to hear about the history of Chicago, and he has had the most extraordinarily interesting life. His mother died when he was a little boy, and he had a horrid stepmother who was so cruel that he ran away from home and had all sorts of adventures at the age when the boys I know at home would be just beginning to look forward to Eton. I had to draw the details from him, and I felt so sorry for all the poor fellow had gone through that I longed with my whole heart to do something to make up to him for his past hardships. But I haven"t thought of anything yet that a girl could do, which would be really useful.
The best fun of all was the Chinese restaurant where we had dinner.
It"s in a queer street where there are some famous p.a.w.n shops, it seems, and I wanted to go into them, but Mr. Brett wouldn"t take me. To get to the restaurant you go up a long flight of marble stairs, with two grinning Chinese devil-heads, like watch dogs, on the wall at the top.
Nothing could be more modern and Western than the Chicago surging and roaring outside. But as you pa.s.s the guardian devils and cross the threshold of that restaurant you turn your back on the present and find yourself in the Far East. I liked it better than Mrs. Ess Kay"s gorgeous Aladdin"s Cave, for there"s nothing imitation or stagey about this place. There"s real lacquer, and real silver and gold on the strange part.i.tions; real Chinese mural paintings; real Chinese lamps swinging from the ceilings; real ebony stools to sit on at the inlaid octagon tables, and real ebony chopsticks to eat with if you choose, instead of commonplace knives and forks.
Of course we did choose; I would be ashamed to bow to myself in the looking gla.s.s if we hadn"t; and we pretended that we were making an actual tour in China as we ate strange yet delicious food such as my wildest imagination could not have conjured. I was a great princess, and Mr. Brett was my Chief Grand Marshal. He wanted to be my courier, but I wouldn"t have him for anything so ignominious. I reminded him that I had counselled ambition, and I gave him for a decoration a little steel and paste b.u.t.ton which just then came off my grey bolero where it didn"t show much. He immediately pinned it under the lapel of his coat, and looked suddenly quite solemn as he said he would keep it always.
We had Bird"s Nest Bud-ball Yet-bean War; and Shark"s Fin, Loung-fong Chea; and Duck, Gold-silver Tone Arp; eggs with Shrimp Yook; cake called Rose Sue; and Ting Moy, which was a Canton preserve; and various other things that I picked out from the names Mr. Brett read me from the funny yellow menu card. Afterwards we had Head-loo-hom tea in beautiful little cups without handles, much prettier than those which Mother keeps in a cabinet in the room that smells of camphor from Mohunsleigh"s polar bear. I was horrified when the bill came, to see that it was about half a yard long, and that Mr. Brett had to pay with a number of expensive-looking greenback things, but he laughed when he saw my frightened face, and said the dinner didn"t really cost all that, he only wanted change. I begged him to let me go halves with everything, as I"d invited myself, in a way, but he told me I didn"t understand American customs yet, and asked if I had the heart to spoil the happiest day of his life?
I couldn"t resist telling him it was the happiest of mine, too--that I had never amused myself half as well.
"Not even in Newport?" said he.
"Not even in Newport," I repeated. "It was delightful there, and everybody was kind and charming to me, but--you see I had no _real_ friends, like you, to go about with; and that makes the greatest difference, doesn"t it?"
His eyes lit up again at that, and I could see the blood mounting under his brown skin.
"All the difference in the world," he answered in a low voice. Then he looked as if he were going to say something else, but shut his lips tight together and didn"t. One wouldn"t dare speak out the truth like this, to a rich man one might be supposed to be trying to marry; I remember enough of what Mother and Vic have told me about proper behaviour in a debutante, to know that. But I"ve never wanted to talk in such a way to any man except Mr. Brett, which is lucky, as he always understands me; and that"s one reason why it"s pleasanter to be with him than any other person I"ve ever met yet.
XVI
ABOUT THE VALLEY FARM
After all, Mr. Brett"s ticket was different from mine again, but I suppose he couldn"t arrange to have the same kind and see something of me on the journey, because, as I"d asked him, he would have done it if possible. We went back part of the way we had come the night before, in the same grand kind of train, as far as Cleveland, which we reached in the morning, quite early. We got out there, for no fine trains like that stop at the village near which Mr. Brett"s cousins live, and he said the best thing we could do would be to drive to the farm in a motor car. It was about forty miles away, but with a good car which he could easily get, we wouldn"t be more than two hours, allowing for bad roads. If we didn"t take a motor, we should have to wait half the morning for a slow train, and then have a drive at the end, of six or seven miles in some kind of a country conveyance.
When I hesitated, thinking of expense, Mr. Brett explained that among his many other occupations, he had once acted as a chauffeur, therefore, knowing the tricks of the trade and being a sort of professional himself, he could always hire a motor at a nominal price.
This settled my doubts. We drove in a cab to a hotel, where he left me, with Vivace, while he went to search for a car. Presently he came back with a smart grey thing which matched my clothes; and not only was there a grey chauffeur to go with it, but a grey holland coat for me, and a grey silk hood with a lace curtain. I do think they do things well in America.
Mr. Brett wanted to know if I would like a short run about Cleveland before starting, so I said yes, as I love seeing new things; and it was beautiful. I don"t remember learning Cleveland on the map of the States when I did geography, so I hadn"t realised that it could be important.
But Bournemouth and Folkeston and Harrogate rolled into one wouldn"t fill it, and Cleveland is a great deal grander than any of them. Even Bellevue Avenue in Newport is hardly handsomer than Euclid; but what an odd name to give a street! But to me the names of streets in America don"t sound as interesting and individual as ours do.
I looked forward to seeing the country between Cleveland and Aristo (which is the name of the town nearest to the Valley Farm) because except for the drives I had had near Newport, I knew nothing at all of the real country in America. I had an idea that we should pa.s.s some fine country houses and see a number of pretty little nestling villages.
The name of Aristo was rather impressive and cla.s.sical sounding, I thought, and I had visions of meeting on the way pretty girls driving or riding, and good-looking, well-groomed men such as I had met always in the country round Newport. But as we went on and on, I was disappointed. The scenery itself was lovely, rich, and peaceful, with groves of maple trees which would have been quite new to me if I hadn"t seen a few in the East; but the villages were blots rather than beauty spots, and we saw only peasants and farm people.
Mr. Brett was driving the car with me beside him, while the chauffeur sat behind, and I made some such remark to him before I stopped to remember that his relatives were farm people. I could have bitten my tongue then, but he didn"t seem to be offended.
"Outside the towns in the West there are few of what _you_ would call gentlefolk," said he, with just the faintest emphasis of good-natured scorn for English prejudice; "nor are there any "country houses" as you understand the name in England. Here people live in the country to till the land and to live by tilling it; yet they don"t call themselves "peasants," either. It isn"t that they"re sn.o.bbish and want to seem to be what they are not, don"t think that for a moment. But they--well, I won"t try to describe them. Many people from the Old World would never understand what they really are, or their point of view; but you will, Lady Betty. You are quick, and sympathetic, and intelligent; and when I ask you to define for me the difference between the farmers of Ohio, as typified by my cousins and their neighbours in Summer County, I shall be surprised if you don"t exactly hit the nail on the head. They"ll surprise you a little at first, I warn you, and for about ten minutes maybe you won"t know what to make of them. But I count on you to see the point in spite of all your traditions."
"What have my traditions got to do with it?" I asked.
"Wait and see."
I laughed. "Well, I only wish I knew what my traditions are," said I.
"I suppose I ought to know, but I don"t think I do."